I love times like this when I can just write and write about whatever pops into my head. I hope it’s not meaningless to you:
Face life with wide eyes. Record everything in your mind, ponder things in your heart. That way you can see things as they are, realistically, but you can apply to them the mindset and mission of heaven.
I think I’m in love. With the blue sky and his white hair and bright eyes. His dazzling smile is my favorite, but he only smiles at the morning birdsongs and the evening crickets. If I never see him again, I’ll never forget that smile. Even if I forget my own name and my heart forgets to beat. I think it’s important that you know that.
I could probably write a hundred poems about just one person, or about one sunset, or one beloved thinking place of mine, but it’s harder to write about someone you can’t see, but only feel and know and love. I think the only way to write things like that is with help from a certain friend who knows that certain someone. Sometimes he lets me think I could do it myself, though.
Germs don’t make me sick. Sometimes they make me ill I guess, but they don’t really make me sick. Words make me sick. Words like “slavery” (especially when preceded by words like “child”) and words like “abortion” and “divorce” and “orphan.” Sometimes they make me a little angry, but usually just sad. The bright side is the symptoms. In addition to occasional tears and frustration, symptoms of this sickness include compassion, motivation, empathy, dreaming, and planning.
Why do all the flowers clam up when they see weeds next to them? You can’t simply stop growing roots in fear of getting in the way of the weeds! I think those beautiful flowers could do better if they’d just remember who they are. Even a thistle can bloom under the right conditions. I’ll pray for you, little flower.
I wish I lived in Italy so I could drink coffee after every meal. We’d just sit and talk for hours during lunch break, and we wouldn’t worry about being stuck in rush hour or clocking in on time. I expect the music is phenomenal there as well.
I like it when people let me look into their eyes. Sometimes I meet them there, but mostly I just learn what color their eyes are.
Butterflies must never get lonely. No one ever gets mad at them, and they’re pretty and quiet and don’t hold a grudge (even when you put them in cardboard boxes). They’re probably the most popular insect. If you make friends with a butterfly, you’ll never have to worry about being shunned by the insect community.
I think that I live a lot of my life with a dry spiritual perspective. I fill my head with knowledge of God, but my faith doesn’t grow in my heart. I put God in a box, and by doing so I put myself in a box. So often I think of dreaming and God as totally independent from each other. In doing so, I am creating a false god and putting the true God in a box. God is the source of all good things, all beautiful things, all comical things, and all adorable things. I miss out on a lot of the excitement of God by having such a narrow idea of what it means to follow Christ. He is passionate, powerful, and personal.
So that’s how I like my coffee, how do you like yours?
“Let it go,
Daisy let it go.
This fallen world
doesn’t hold your interest,
it doesn’t hold your soul.
Daisy let it go.”
-Daisy by Switchfoot
